Her bottom lip gets fat as she looks up at me. “You promised me dessert.”
I’m already half-hard and her words stiffen my cock until it’s trying to burst through my jeans. Maybe the right thing to do is to tell her she doesn’t have to do this. Tell her to wait. She just went through an emotional moment with her family, and I don’t want her to regret anything that happens. But she looks so damn sexy, bent over my console with her head in my lap, so I lift my hips to give her better access.
She brushes her fingertips along the waistband of my jeans as the light turns green. Every touch sends a tingle through my body, making it difficult to concentrate on steering. The clank of my buckle and the sound of my zipper has me biting my cheek with anticipation. I can’t see what she’s doing since my eyes are on the road, but fuck me, can I feel it.
She reaches inside my pants, her palm rubbing against the bulge that’s growing by the second. Goldi wastes no time, wrapping her fingers around my length. The coldness of her hand is a shock to my system, and my cock jumps in her hand.
We pull up to another stoplight, cars surrounding us even though it’s well past nine at night. Fire sparks in my veins and the rest of my blood rushes to my groin. Goldi hums in approval and I glance down as her head lowers, licking my tip like it’s a fucking ice cream cone.
I suck in a breath and fist her hair, pulling it away from her face so I can watch how gorgeous she looks as she swallows me. I glance back at the light. Stay red. Stay red. Stay red.
It turns green. I accelerate, trying to think about anything other than how fucking hot it is to have my dick in Goldi’s mouth while I drive. She’s so damn greedy for me. It turns me the fuck on.
She’s teasing, licking up one side and down the other, swirling her tongue around the head. I’m about to go crazy from how bad I want to shove myself deep inside her. Her mouth. Her pussy. Fuck, I don’t care as long as it happens.
I bite my lip as she lowers her head, my hand that’s holding her hair following the movement. I glance down at the beautiful sight. She sucks me deep and I throb against her tongue. I hit the back of her throat, gritting my teeth so I don’t come.
“Goddamn, Goldi.” My hand tightens in her hair. She hums. Fucking hums around the base of my dick, and I thrust to see if I can get just a little bit deeper. She swallows around me and my foot jerks on the gas pedal.
She lifts her head, flattening her tongue as she slides back up, exposing me to the cool air. I take my eyes off the road to look at her. Spit connects her bottom lip to my shaft, saliva coating the length and making it glossy. Damn. She’s filthy and I love it.
I grow harder, my balls tightening as I watch her dive back down. She starts slow, but by the time we’re turning on my street she’s got a rhythm, bobbing her head and working me so fucking good. I lift my hips, over and over—completely blissed out.
I want to fuck her. So bad. I need her to stop. If she doesn’t, I’m going to spurt my cum down her throat, and I’d rather be balls deep in her pussy for that. But I can’t form the words. The promise of pleasure steals my ability to do anything.
Her mouth pops off me and I moan in protest.
“Give it to me,” she rasps, swallowing me down her throat again. She isn’t using her hands, but she doesn’t need to because her mouth is perfection. Nobody has ever been able to take me as deep as she does.
Her words, coupled with the sight of her cheeks hollowing as she sucks is all it takes.
My cock jerks and throbs, shooting into her mouth. The fear of veering us off the road makes my blood pump and heightens the sensation. I grip the steering wheel tight with one hand, my other still tangled in her hair. Her tongue massages the underside of my cock, milking me for every drop.
She releases me, tucking me back into my jeans and leaving a kiss on top of the fabric. She sits back, her eyes sparkling. Somehow, I’ve made it to my driveway.
“Jesus, Goldi.” My chest is heaving, my brain trying to crawl out of the fog.
She wipes the corner of her lip, sucking her thumb into her mouth and winking. “Yum.”
My cock twitches.
How the fuck did I think I could live without her?
She jumps out of the truck, sashaying that sweet ass all the way up to my front door. I hurry to meet her there, sweeping her into my arms. She squeals, locking her hands around my neck and laughing.
I smile down at her. “You are in so much trouble.”
I walk her inside and kick the door closed behind us.
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Chase
The blood still hasn’t redistributed to all of my limbs. The second I kick the door shut, Goldi is on me again, shoving her tongue in my mouth and rubbing herself on my dick. I stumble my way to the kitchen, setting her on the island that overlooks the living room. My hands grip her thighs and I’m between her legs, lost in her taste. I just came down her throat, and somehow I’m hard again.
I break my lips away. “I really do have dessert for us.”
My eyes are drawn to her tits as they rise and fall with her heavy breaths. I want to tear her shirt off and see how long it takes to make her come from sucking her nipples. Fuck. Keep it together.
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